Ye Qianning nodded emphatically. "COUGH, COUGH..."
'It's so hard to talk with this raspy voice.'
"You've said so much already. Are you trying to lose your voice completely?" Xiang Minghou gently patted her back to soothe her.
"It's just a little hoarse. It'll be fine in a couple of days. Dad, I want to eat." Ye Qianning had been eating nothing but fruit in her pocket dimension for two days. Everything tasted bland, and she was craving something spicy.
Xiang Minghou raised a hand to wipe the corner of his eye. "I'll go have someone prepare it right away."
'Knowing she's hungry and wants to eat means she's almost recovered.'
Lying in bed, Ye Qianning entered her pocket dimension again. Plants grown in its soil matured in a single day, and the storage area was piled high with liangyi xiangsheng. She had eaten a few over the past two days.
